Everyone needs a story

Everyone needs a story.Some beautiful and some shabby but at the end of the day you just want a story and so do I. Like a small child inside a huge mall your eyes will go left and right but will never stop,a huge hand will hold you only if this is a fairy tale,buckle … Continue reading Everyone needs a story

Wondering

Friday, it's  a summer evening.I am in a small square on the top of a hill, looking at the city from above,sitting on a cold stone bench.I rest on the shadow of a tree that my father knows when he was a kid in which he carved his name along with my mother's name on … Continue reading Wondering